Worse yet I can see my gas bill rising as we speak. Really need to come up with insulation for the workshop.
The house is warm inside though but could be better insulated as well.
I guess I'm just sick of freezing my butt off 4 - 6 months out of the year. B-(
The one corner of the master bedroom floor is especially cold so I'm concerned about possible airflow in the crawlspace. I looked around the outside of the house and all the footing vents are either closed or blocked off so that's likely not the cause. The problem is that to discover the cause I'll have to crawl into the very back of the crawl space where it's dark, damp, and full of bugs. (Remember Disney's Alladdin? The scene where the genie is telling him the things he can't do and mentions not being able to raise the dead? Yeah, that's kind of my reaction to dealing with creepy crawly things lately.)
That whole area needs to be bug bombed and then sealed off anyway. I wish we could afford the $6k wrap treatment that makes the entire space sealed and covered in thick white plastic and foam. That would rock but it's definitely not a priority right now.
Much less plague infested today. The antibiotics seem to be doing their job so I should be good to go to the DMV tomorrow and transfer the title. My wife may need to be there since her name is on the title as well but I could have sworn that after a decade of marriage I get proxy signing or something. Have to check into that.
Gah! This place is a mess. I've already turned up the hot water heater and started washing dishes to help cut down on the strep germs and such. I should probably wash all the bedding but I think I can wait until the wife gets home to help me with that since we have a ton of laundry to do now and have to tackle the daughter's room as well.
Speaking of which I had to remove the run out of my daughter's room because despite our best efforts she managed to keep it soaked with water and caused it to start mildewing. *sigh* I think it's because she likes the feel of the wet carpet between her toes. She really is a water baby but then so am I when I get the chance. (I long for us to have at least a hot tub if not a swimming pool. Not possible with our house unless we dedicate the third bedroom to it or something. Hey I can dream.)
Hmm...I've got that Pink Floyd song in my head again...
"And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say."
I feel so far behind that I'll never catch up. I want a jetpack or a booster or some sort of super speed to deal with all the stuff that's hanging so I can move forward.
Time for my antibiotics again. And I have to figure out something for lunch for the munchkin. (Not so much a munchkin any more as she's shooting up like a weed! She's making good progress. Now if I can only show other people that she's faking it in some areas. Have to out-think my daughter and that's a little tough in my current condition.)
Off to make lunch...
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